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moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 02:48 am
moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 02:48 am
Entry tags:
- buffy,
- drabbles,
- drwho,
- fic,
- ficlet,
- tempus frangit,
- time flies,
- xover
Ficlets: "Buffy and Jack," "Jack and Buffy," "Dust and Echoes" (Tempus Frangit Drabbles Part 2)
"Time Flies" is a collection of drabbles, droubles, and dribbles that occur during Another Side of the Sky. This set all occur during this 'verse's version of Utopia.
For all stories:
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Neither Doctor Who nor Buffy belong to me
"Buffy and Jack" (100 words)
Buffy accepts his hand after a moment, shaking her head when Jack kisses hers. Jack’s good looking, perhaps too charming. But he smells like a morgue, and the Doctor hasn’t acted right since they found him. Then again, anyone mentioning Rose does that, but still...
Martha seems to take to him right away. Buffy can’t quite join in with them as a pair like she can with Martha alone, so she shifts her pace to keep up with the Doctor. But those blue eyes are boring into the back of her skull. He’s a predator.
Of course, so is she.
"Jack and Buffy" (100 words)
Running from the Futurekind, Jack draws a gun. The word “don’t” isn’t even out of the Doctor’s lips when Buffy grabs it away and bends the barrel.
She scoffs, “Guns are for amateurs.” The others continue on, but Jack is frozen watching Buffy duck, dodge, and head-butt her way through the mass. Buffy’s impressive with spears, but when she uses one of the savages as a bludgeon, slamming the howling humanoid into the crowd, Jack’s jaw drops. The Futurekind run away. Jack has to control his instinct to do the same.
Instead, he smirks. “Not just a Rose replacement then?”
"Dust and Echoes" (150 Words)
As Martha transports away, Buffy lunges forward. The Doctor can’t stop her. A Toclafane zaps her once, and she falls to her knees. Jack cries out, and is shot for his troubles.
This is a mercy. He doesn’t get to watch as the Master pulls her limp body up, her eyes rolling back in her head. “You’re a feisty one. Those lasers could kill a Ragashian with one blast. Should I keep you around, just to torture him?”
Buffy looks directly at the Doctor, who shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” she replies.
He knows what she’s doing, and wants to look away, but can’t. The Master doesn’t, and laughs. “Sorry for what, sweetheart?”
Buffy swipes at the Master’s eyes, clawing his face, and leaving bloody gashes. He drops her, clutching his wound, and her scream as he ages her to dust echoes in the Doctor’s ears for an entire year.
Part Three
For all stories:
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Neither Doctor Who nor Buffy belong to me
"Buffy and Jack" (100 words)
Buffy accepts his hand after a moment, shaking her head when Jack kisses hers. Jack’s good looking, perhaps too charming. But he smells like a morgue, and the Doctor hasn’t acted right since they found him. Then again, anyone mentioning Rose does that, but still...
Martha seems to take to him right away. Buffy can’t quite join in with them as a pair like she can with Martha alone, so she shifts her pace to keep up with the Doctor. But those blue eyes are boring into the back of her skull. He’s a predator.
Of course, so is she.
"Jack and Buffy" (100 words)
Running from the Futurekind, Jack draws a gun. The word “don’t” isn’t even out of the Doctor’s lips when Buffy grabs it away and bends the barrel.
She scoffs, “Guns are for amateurs.” The others continue on, but Jack is frozen watching Buffy duck, dodge, and head-butt her way through the mass. Buffy’s impressive with spears, but when she uses one of the savages as a bludgeon, slamming the howling humanoid into the crowd, Jack’s jaw drops. The Futurekind run away. Jack has to control his instinct to do the same.
Instead, he smirks. “Not just a Rose replacement then?”
"Dust and Echoes" (150 Words)
As Martha transports away, Buffy lunges forward. The Doctor can’t stop her. A Toclafane zaps her once, and she falls to her knees. Jack cries out, and is shot for his troubles.
This is a mercy. He doesn’t get to watch as the Master pulls her limp body up, her eyes rolling back in her head. “You’re a feisty one. Those lasers could kill a Ragashian with one blast. Should I keep you around, just to torture him?”
Buffy looks directly at the Doctor, who shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” she replies.
He knows what she’s doing, and wants to look away, but can’t. The Master doesn’t, and laughs. “Sorry for what, sweetheart?”
Buffy swipes at the Master’s eyes, clawing his face, and leaving bloody gashes. He drops her, clutching his wound, and her scream as he ages her to dust echoes in the Doctor’s ears for an entire year.
Part Three